Follow the seamstress.

As you shut the door, you look around to see a disaster of an office. There's spools of wool, pieces of fabric, tools, and empty containers of what looks like takeout all over the room. What's even stranger is how young Ms. Labing looks. Probably not much younger than you and Eva, but for someone to have their own office, and to be referred to as Ms., you'd expect her to be older.

"I'll start fitting you right away," she says.

"Hey, Ms. Labing? Are you a teacher here?" you ask.

She turns. Then she bites her lip. "Hehe. Think I look too young to be one?"

"Oh no, I just--"

"It's all right. Everyone says that. I take it as a compliment! I'm the youngest girl at Redbloom Academy to have her own office and job and everything, you know. My abilities as a seamstress are second to none. I make every uniform here! Costumes for plays too. Sometimes clothes that are a little more... Well, never mind. It's good to meet you," she says as she extends her hand.

You shake it. "I'm--"

"Sir Warren, yes. I saw the note. It's an honour to be making clothes for a cute knight boy."

"Well, I'm Eva," your friend butts in.

Ms. Labing shakes her hand as well. "Good to meet you, Eva." She eyes her up and down and then grins. "I'm sorry, but the uniform might not be as fun as what you're wearing."

"Wh-What?" Eva stutters.

"Speaking of which, I'll do your first. Please turn around." Without waiting, she spins Eva around to face you, and then stands straight behind her with hands on her shoulders. "Now just say still. I'm going to get your measurements. Feel free to watch, Sir Warren."

"That's a really weird thing to say," you mutter.

Suddenly, Ms. Labing's hands slip down and under Eva's arms to grope her chest from behind. She kneads her hands into the massive pillows on Eva's chest, causing them to jiggle up and down, and nearly slip free from the skimpy blouse she's always wearing. "What a cute body," she whispers and giggles. Her hands slide down her body, and over her hips. Her fingertips slide up her thighs, and then over her skirt and she brings her hands up to Eva's belly.

Eva whimpers. Her face is starting to flush. "Aren't you supposed to be using a m-measuring tape?"

She giggles again. "Oh right. My bad." She then retrieves her tool from the desk behind her, and wraps it around her bust and squeezes tight. "I'm so envious."

"Why?!"

"Oh you know why, silly." She then continues down her body. She wraps the tape around her stomach and her hips as well. "I'd love to make you something more than just a regular school uniform sometime."

"What does that mean?" you ask.

"Don't be silly. You're a boy. I know you've imagined some more fun schoolgirl outfits than the ones you've seen around campus. But enough about that, Sir Warren. Your talk of such lewd things is distracting me. I need to focus if I want to tailor-fit the perfect uniforms for you both."

"Yeah, Kyle!" Eva says.

What the hell? That wasn't me that said any of that.

"Done," Ms. Labing says. "Easy as pie. Now I just need to measure you, Sir Warren. Come here. Don't be shy."

Eva wraps her arms around her chest, still embarrassed about the groping. You take her place, and you can feel the warmth of the seamstress right behind you--her hands on your shoulders, her breath on your neck.

I wonder if she'd get along with Luna.

She measures you as well, one step at a time. Your shoulders, chest, etc. Once back up to your neck, she whispers quietly. The words tickle your ears. "Did you notice that Eva there looked differently for a moment? She really started to focus when I was measuring you at the waist. I wonder what that could mean..."

"Huh?"

But she backs away immediately and makes her way to a closet across the room. Inside are many uniforms. She pulls out one for you, and one for her, and lays them over her messy desk. With a deep breath and a crack of her neck, she sits down and begins to work without speaking a word. She has a pedal-powered sewing machine and many tools around her. You're not really sure what you're supposed to be doing, though watching her is impressive. You've never seen someone work a trade so quickly and with such precision. It starts to make sense why she's been given all this despite her age.

"So are you from a noble house or something too, Ms. Labing?" You try to make conversation.

Her eyes are focused on her work. She doesn't flinch.

"I think I heard she was the middle child of a noble house here in the city," Eva replies.

"Hey. I don't know how you feel about this subject, but... it sounds like you were a noble at some point. And since your father is--"

"One is complete!" Ms. Labing shouts. "Your uniform should fit snug, Eva."

Interesting that she's fine with first names. The others here all seem to go with family names. It's kind of a relief. I don't think this seamstress is a snob like the others have been.

Ms. Labing makes her way around the desk with the ensemble in her arms. She immediately grabs Eva by her skirt, and attempts to yank it down. The bunny lights up red and combats against it by grabbing the waistband and pulling it back up.

"S-Stop!" Eva begs.

"Come on. It's just us. You gotta get changed~."

"I can change myself!" She looks to you in a panic. "Please look away, Kyle. This is really embarrassing!"

You sigh and turn away to face the door.